Saturday, December 18, 2010

During his debate with his Democrat opponent a few weeks ago, Mark Kirk was badgered by Alexi Giannoulias to state his position on the so-called "Dream Act."

"Would you vote for the Dream Act -- Yes or No?" Giannoulias hectored.

Kirk refused to assert that he would support the measure, which was a thinly veiled plan for a back door amnesty for illegal aliens.

Today he made good. He was the deciding Senate vote in the 55-41 cloture vote, which scuttled the plan.

Here's the statement that Senator Kirk released:

"The American people believe our borders are broken. It is a fundamental duty of our government to know who is entering the country, making illegal entry nearly impossible. In the coming Congress, we have an overwhelming bipartisan consensus to restore confidence in the security of our borders -- before we pursue other immigration proposals."

Like so many others, I was sceptical of Kirk's squishy RINOism, which has led him to make a career out of sticking his fingers in the eyes of conservatives.

Just before the November election, I wrote a piece on this blog assessing his overall House record on immigration control and saying that I would have to hold my nose, vote for him and hope for the best.

A Word From The Publisher:

About The Chicago Lampoon

Chicago is a very funny city.

In fact, it is a windswept glacial burg that is the source of a never-ending supply of knee-slappers and outright horselaughs.

From the neophyte community organizer that it foisted on an unsuspecting American electorate to the mop-topped sociopathic boy-Governor that it sent to the Letterman show, to its storied depression era, tommy-gun toting philanthropists, it has produced some truly amusing and amazing characters.

It has a Mayor who is a former ballet dancer, who served in a foreign army and who threatens political enemies by sending them dead fish in the mail. It has 50 sleepy Alderman and 5, usually somnolent professional sports franchises

It has two Jesse Jacksons!

It has more potholes per capita than Nairobi, a creaky 1940s-era elevated train system and cops who get caught on videotape punching out bar maids and businessmen.

As we have since 2009, we are only going to report and comment on what actually happens in Chicago. To make up stuff this weird would tax our inventive capabilities to the limit (or at least as high as the, highest-in-the-nation, Cook County sales taxes.)

Meet The Editors

We're somewhere between Burkean conservatives and bomb throwing anarchists depending on the mood of the moment and the amount of restorative libation we have recently consumed.
But we're usually able to couch our maunderings in some pretty good journalistic prose.